My bunker above the sky, it keeps me safe At night my brain remembers it's a lofty grave
Sending, sending signals to my inner mind Losing, losing grip on my perception of time Captive, captive in a trap of my own design
My bunker above the sky, I lived, but why? Yearning, yearning to hear a voice beyond my own In vain I continue to transmit the static It shatters It shatters It shatters I saw the ore of machines melted down in an instant Organic compounds of cyborgs turned to steam Is this a dream? Is this a dream?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.